i dont really have that much to say now that i'm here. just that i like to lie back in bed, stare at the ceiling and pretend that it's a star spangled night that i see.
why is it that i can resist everything but temptation? there are some things that i do not see a point in denying anyone of... truth/compliments/food/love. but maybe indulging comes at a price of not knowing when or not having the strength to hold back when you should. that is the point when i can come up with a whole slew of excuses to do whatever i want to do or be whoever i want to be. how is anyone supposed to feel when what sounds like a fatal flaw is pointed out by someone who does not know them at all? and then i think im blowing things out of proportion. and then i go back to thinking i want to punch people.
anyhoo there is something about the new blogger layout that makes it easier to fill up with words. yes i am still talking about the new interface.
what a downer. and i was looking forward to the whole running into each others' arms kind of reunion too.
these few days, i'm discovering how lazy i can get. -stretches like a cat in the sun-
and i'm hungry. while my appetite is not the industrial strength it was pre-last-wenzday, it is recovering. yippee!! apparently, puking your brains out while intoxicated is very damaging for your stomach and stamina. my mom dug me out of bed at 7am on saturday morning for a 4 km hike at macritchie (i even ran a little bit #soproud) and i wanted to die at 2km #nolongerproud. Circle Of Death indeed. fyi, there were monkeys. i hate monkeys. fellow intern and i did an article on how to avoid monkey attacks.
see what i did there? am trying to give people a sense of my life apart from my melodramatic declarations and self reflections. and maybe make myself a little better at telling stories.
lay back in bed for a while to think of something else.
ok. met my 6p "clique" for brunch which became lunch at Antoinette at Mandarin Gallery on Saturday (after "trekking/running"). The decor was very luxe, i am loving the plush velvet sofas, gilded gold frames, carpeting, my posh wine glass and 1000 ply serviette. Also the pretty waitress that bore a resemblance with a certain perky ass-ed econs teacher. my plan to wear a slim fit dress such that i would be forced not to eat too much (save $$) was foiled by the tantalising Nordic Savoury Crepe that was smoked salmon with some kind of sauce wrapped in crepe and garnished with rocket as well as a citrus macaroon that has a nicer name than i do (Chloe). food baby be damned.
ok no more food descriptions. i am hungry. going to sleep off my hunger and wake up ravenous.